Lesbian Hotwife Novels & Stories

“It also says here that Tasha is a lesbian!” “The two women in the video are official lesbians? Do you think that is a coincidence?” I asked calmly. “Obviously not!” George replied. “I am having very wild thoughts right now, and if I could share, I would be so…” “Go ahead!” I interrupted. George nodded. “If Tasha and Vicki are indeed bisexual, that means they are real lesbians too. What if both of them have a connection? I didn't see much of that video, but both of them surely had great chemistry. Do you want to rewatch?”

And now she knew that, despite not being interested in Dana herself, I had a weakness for the idea of the two of them dyking out. Either when we were having sex or to tease me into having sex, my babe described all sorts of lesbian acts involving herself and her sister. I wasn't sure if what she told me was a recollection of past events between them or just some hot incestuous fantasy she concocted at the moment, but I didn't care. My reactions to Deb's tales were always very enthusiastic. It was insanely hot to pound my girlfriend's pussy or ass while listening to her murmur about the two of us fucking her twin sister and making her service us like a good bisexual slut. That was hands down

“Good choice man, but your mate—” “She is nothing but a mistake, after marking her last night, she went straight into heat. Weak and disgusting, all she could do was beg.” “Did you enjoy f*cking her? I heard shewolves are the best when they’re in heat.” “I didn’t touch her.” “Jesus Christ Zique! You’re more f*cked up than me, I get that you hate weak people, but will you continue to all your life? Not all omegas are evil, you know.”

“Do you know how unbelievably fuckin’ hot it is how much you love givin’ and takin’ pleasure? Very few women are so uninhibited. You’re the ultimate fantasy woman.” Jesus, Kane. Lay it on a little thick why don’t you? He didn’t need to bother. Jasmine was a sure thing.

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

She froze, crossing her arms over her chest like she was protecting herself. "D-Don't you dare. Fabian is still right outside. Get out. Now!" I yanked her skirt right up to her waist, my thick hardness pressing against her most private place. "So what if he finds out? I'm not scared of him." Women like a man who takes charge. The second I got aggressive, Irene was already soaked through. Her whole body went soft and pliant under me. As it turned out, the best aphrodisiac in the world is just a little danger.

The idea of the final freaked her out and she was losing her confidence big time. Towards the end of the season, Nora and Stefanie had called a truce. But now we'd made the final, the truce seemed to disintegrate. I could hear them shouting from the other end of the park. "What? What did you say? Say it to my face!" Nora sneered. "It's a fact. I'm in another league," Stefanie retorted back. "Let's think - who scored more homeruns than you?" said Nora, pretending to think. "Oh! It's me! Not Stefanie 'in another league' Jenkins!"

Leah named three popular milf pornstars, who, looking back, were all known for playing the stepmother role in many of their features. Anyway, it made sense that she was attracted to Angelina, seeing as how she seemed to check all of her boxes. I knew some of the women that Leah had major crushes on, and my wife was hotter than all of them. I couldn’t have been more pleased at how well they got along, there were times when I’d even see them folding clothes or doing dishes together, chatting it up like old friends. Seeing that made my heart warm, my lovely ladies working in unison. There was more than just the friendship side of their relationship, though. I decided not to pry, and to allow th

The woman leaves in a huff. I finish making Max’s breakfast and am packing his lunch when he comes into the kitchen. In a polite voice, I say, “She was pretty.” Max stops and looks at me, “Is that the secret? You’re a lesbian? That explains why you haven’t thrown yourself at me and why you’re such a bad kisser.”

“Even if you still don't like me, the fact that I'm his wife won't change. I am now the Luna of White Pride!” “You are a rude woman, Nadine Smith!”